Here is something that made my day…
Courtesy a friend in Bangalore who ofcourse forwarded me the mail.
When we are married, our brides get the presents and the publicity.
When we die, our widows get the life insurance.
What do women want to be liberated from?
Twenty years of having his mother ask him where he is going, Forty years of having his wife ask the same question; and at the end, the mourners wondering too.
He went on, and after a while he was going to cross the road. Once again the voice shouted, “Stop! Stand still! If you take one more step a car will run over you, and you will die.” The man did as he was instructed, just as a car came careening around the corner, barely missing him.
The man asked. “Who are you?” “I am your guardian angel,” the voice answered. “Oh, yeah?” the man asked “And where the hell were you when I got married?”
The father could feel the suspense in the air and all eyes were on him to divulge the secret and say something. So he announced “Ladies and
Gentlemen today is the luckiest day of my life.” Then he raised his hands with what his daughter gave him and continued, “My daughter finally, finally returned my credit card to me.”